December 20, 2005
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It's not the time of the year to hear
a Mother sobbing and lost
and the mailman brings a holiday DNR order for your baby boy.
No, this is the time of year for joy, hope, dreams.
presents under the tree.
But where does that come from when there is nowhere else to tug?
How can you pretend to make it up,
to sugar fluff and all that christmas time stuff,
when a mother weeps for her son
and one last time
and what if's
and what will I dos?
What if the boy cries,
"I can't breathe Mommy and I'm scared."
and terror grips you awake
in softly falling snow
in the season of Miracles
and freshly warmed sorrow.
HOPE.
It doesn't come on a rope
And then another wave hits
he's just a little boy.
I love you Mother
and I'm scared
and we hate GOD
for what he did
for what he'll do.
and it's christmas time, twinkly and bright
but our heart is frozen blue.
And a mother weeps for her baby son
and wonders what to do.
Comments (4)
Are you this mother? If so, my heart goes out to you.
My heart breaks for the Mother.
When Heather died, I hurt for my parents too, not just me. I tend to feel other people's pain. I couldn't imagine what it would be like losing a child. No one has to be a Mother to feel this pain.
I am proud of you, girl...Dave and I are here for YOU. We know it is hard for you too.
:-<
My work system asked me this morning: (asks once a month)
Please enter new password...
"Devon" came in my head.
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